"Tony, what can I do to stop you from fighting with your sister?" Tonyknew that I was all powerful just as his sister had. "Well she calls mea little...boy all the time and I think you should change her into one?" What do you mean?" "Make her act like a nine-year-old boy." "How dothey act?" "Well you know, they don't care what they wear. You alwayssee them wearing nothing but a T-shirt and jeans. They don't mindwearing the same clothes three days in a row. They wouldn't take a bathunless. I like to make himsweat. I slide on the bed on my stomach, so that he will turn me over.Kissing my breasts, nuzzling my navel. He can smell the strawberry now.I spread my hair over the pillow.Yes. A little tongue where it counts. God, why do I have to like thisso much? Why was the surgeon so skilled that such feeling remains?Even better than anything as a man, I think. Now that my G-spot is thatlittle nubbin, hooded by old scrotum tissue and snugly secured in mypanties most of the time,. I’m only here for another three months.” She takes a moment to inhale the steam coming off the top of the cup then sips the tea, and a sense of delight spreads across her face. “Mmm. This tastes so good. It’s just what I needed.” We sit on the bed and keep drinking the tea for a moment and then she relaxes her head against the wall. “Are you warming up?” I ask. I put my hands on her knees and feel that her skin is still chilly, then rub lightly with each of my palms. “Almost,” she says. Her. " I perked up, sobering a little, how did she know? "..Marsha will be yours tonight. A last gift from me, because this is one of the best cocks I've had in ages."And then she came, and I with her, our moans and grunts mingling into an orchestra of pleasure I had never known before. My eyes clenched closed on their own as I shot my wad deep into her pussy. Her head, panting rested next to my ear."sleep, my darling one. You will need your rest" came the kiss. Long, sweet, loving, and tender as.